mother (poetry)

Thousands of kilos the way you go

Skip me for your son

My dear mother is still walking

Although the soles of the feet, full of blood ... full of pus

Like the air ... the love you give

I can not afford to reply ... mom ... mom

I want to get close and cry in your lap

Until I fell asleep, like a childhood

Then the prayers baluri all over my body

With what reply ... mother ... mother ....

Like the air ... the love you give

I can not afford to reply ... mom ... mom